Hey Joe,
Had it about 12 months now.
Been cleaning the whole time. After every clean, I have been taking high res images all over the car.
High res images can show up so much more dirt than the naked eye (well my old eyes anyway

) can pick up,
shows better where I have missed cleaning.
In regards to car sounds:
I can just imagine that awesome V8 sound that still reverbs in your mind, so cool!
I used to live near Blacktown, on a hilly street.
The old neighbour across the road had a steep driveway and he used to power up there in second in his (Glade I think) green EJ.
Couldn't mistake the sound. The end of the old garage used to cop the bumper bar into the noggins every now and then, so you would get this massive exhaust note up the driveway, followed by a loud bang.
The old garage is still there across the road from mum & dads place, but the old swinging doors are half rotted away at the bottom.
I should get a pic and post it next time I am there.
Dad's FC Special (pink or salmon & cream 2 tone) used to power up our driveway every morning at 5:15am, I used to get out of bed and wave goodbye everyday.
Again, that exhaust note was unmistakable.
Sort of brings a tear to the eye remembering dad, and the old neighbour every time I power at part throttle between 2nd & 3rd in the FB, with the window down.
But there is always a smile from ear to ear along with those tears every time.
Dad had a maroon (not sure what the Holden paint name would be) EH Premier Wagon after the FC, and the 179 just didn't sound the same.
The best memories were of the FC, used to help him & my brother (7 years older than me) wash it, service it, & it was my job to get the bloody extension cord & the old barrel GE vacuum cleaner out of the hall cupboard to vacuum the car floor.
It was dad that taught me to use Mr Sheen on the cars, and I still do to this day.
The Roller has the best shiny paint due to Mr Sheen, and it takes less than 10 minutes to give the car a going over.
Dad had lots of tricks, he always carried a small bottle of kerosene in the boot to wipe off the tar spots on the car, and he always used a cap or 2 in the car wash bucket as well.
Tyre black was the bane of my existence as a kid, hated the stuff. The tyres were my job, and every now and then the floor rubbers & boot rubber would get a good lick as well.
Cars were a great family thing back then, they were treasured & very well looked after.
New cars today don't seem to do that to families any more, just a disposable item, or tool of trade.
However both my kids & now my 2 grand daughters love the old cars, driving in them, and just helping dad/poppy with whatever I am doing with them.
Always need to make the kids aware of the old days, where we came from & respect.
Here is the 3 year old grand daughter in the front seat of the FB.
She loves nothing better than using the back seat as a jumping castle.
Sorry for banging on re old times chaps.